62 - Blaine.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the day and, like clockwork, Azira appears in the doorway of my office. Her eyes blazing with desire. I text her to meet me here after class, as I gave her my number but didn't set out any rules.

"Have a seat, Miss Sidorov."

She swallows hard and then shuts my office door behind her, before taking a seat opposite me. "Am I in trouble, sir?" Her voice is seductive and I know she thinks I've called her here for a repeat of what happened in the classroom this morning.

"I want to establish some ground rules."

Her expression falters at the serious tone of my voice. "Oh, what kind of rules?"

"Rules concerning you having my cell number."

Her lips purse together and I can tell she's getting ready to argue. "No texting during the school day, and only minimal texting at all." I grimace. "I hate texting."

She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. "That's ridiculous."

"Are you questioning my rules?" I arch a brow. "As I won't hesitate to change my